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🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@knighthawk Oh great, now Kyra has Lobs bone...

@Lady Amalthea

You could say Lob's bone-less.

Things Lob needs to get back: bone.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

The older guard's eyes narrowed in suspicion:

"If you were from this town, you wouldn't be so quick to anger at the mention of orc being vermin. For hundreds of years the only orcs we ever saw were the ones climbing on our walls, killing our people. What would you call them after that? If one or two of em fought with us this day, I am sure I'd have heard of it. I'm damn sure I'd have heard of some Orc family living here, in need of some orc's personal affects. Who by the way, would have known of our customs and religions for the dead!"

With angry grunt, the guards returned to their stations, following Keystone with outright angry looks, the older guard shaking a fist at him.

Kaylee, having kept herself to a minor headache so far, flared up on his mind in accordance to Keystone's own anger, multiplying and reinforcing it. The strain on the monk's mind mounted with each such outburst, challenging his mental discipline. Proximity to Saran no longer forced the spirit out of his mind, only dulled its presence somewhat.

Let me help, Keystone. We can give your friend the proper honours he deserves. We can teach these bigots respect for all races.. she pleaded.

Saran nodded with a half pained half amused smile on her face:
"Didn't expect everyone to be like Avar and me, did you?"

With Keystone's directions they soon arrived at a small inn in the busy city slums, not far from the stable they had just bought their horses from. The place was bustling with people coming back from the walls and city battlegrounds, many still wounded, but few having received any kind of medical attention. The ceiling was barely higher than Keystone himself and the thick cloud of steam mixed with smoke didn't help with breathing. The proprietor, a large rotund woman easily twice the width of Keystone, was very busy, but quickly recognized the description of a large half orc. Having heard the rumours around the inn, she empathized with the loss, showed the pair the half-orc's former sleeping place, and instructed the pair to ask her if they needed anything but a room. None of the paladin's personal effects were still there, from what little Keystone knew. The new inhabitant of the bed swore that he did not see anything when he was granted the sleeping abode.

Saran took a look around the place and shrugged, locking eyes with Keystone. "It'd help if you knew what his personal effects were, Keystone." she said and immediately fell into a bout of coughing, folding over in half with tears in her eyes. "I *cough* do prefer the outside."

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

The guard seemed to mirror the exasperation, locking the blade back into its scabbard and adopting a wary, but slightly more relaxed stance.

"Look, I don't know how in the Lord's name you could be next of kin to an orc, but don't ye get angry at us for doing our job! I told you I saw some orc being buried in the back a few days ago. Mayhap that wasn't your 'kin', maybe he got buried here today. Maybe we've only been here a couple 'o hours and haven't seen a new arrival. And if you're know what's good for you, you won't start by insulting the men and women that fell in the battle, by attributing their accomplishments to your orc buddy!"

The younger guard, clearly bolstered by the attitude of his partner, chimed in:

"We don't have any personal items for the buried people. They all get buried the way they did, out of respect!"

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

The younger guard reeled back from the forceful interrogation by the large monk, cowering in fear and forgetting he had a weapon. The other guard took a definitive stance between the monk and his partner, staring down Keystone with ferocity matching the monk's own.

"How'd we know why that grave was disturbed? Maybe yer orc kin was buried earlier today, and I saw me some other orc two nights ago! If you're accusing us of tampering with that vermin's grave, you've got some real straw in that head o' yours, brawler. The dead are not to be disturbed!" A short metal screech alerted Keystone that the man had partially pulled his blade from its sheath. The guard stared at Keystone with a mix of anger and, yes, fear, but did not back down.

"If you came here to make trouble, rest assured that no matter how many taverns you've worked in, I can still send you crawling back to a healer," he hissed, puffing out his chest.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Lady AmaltheaThat's why I have not joined. I can not yet guarantee my presence at all times, so I am not going to make you deal with it before I can guarantee or at least reasonably expect it. I hate dealing with it as a DM, so I wouldn't inflict it upon others if I can avoid it.

For now I am just enjoying watching seemingly every player that participated in my RPs participate in what recently became a tragic comedy, and wondering what the hell I am doing wrong as a DM. I don't seem to inspire half the player loyalty you do, with the notable exception of Sigil(though that has more to do with him than with me).

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Lady AmaltheaCharacter sheet I made for this RP, but haven't submitted. Might do in the future if you have some free slots left.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I suddenly feel like my character is starting from the opposite end of the spectrum.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Reading this RP, I feel like someone started out writing a more or less serious book, but then died and got replaced by a few comedians trying to continue the original work.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"You insult me, good sir! Forty platinum coins is a steal for such fine animals!" the merchant puffed, flushing with red anger. If you are trying to rob me, the least you could do is suggest a better price! Even your servant came here with a more reasonable, but still low thirty! Thirty-five platinum and two more to forget this insult, and that is my final offer!" His loud demeanour alerted the many workers in the stable, but none seemed too concerned with the debate. No guards seemed to be present in the area.

The moment Keystone's horse entered the graveyard, two soldiers rushed up with cries to get off the animal and leave it outside. The monk got some angry looks, but nothing beyond that. Saran took both horses and waited outside of the fence, nuzzling the animals.

The soldier Keystone approached was a scruffy young man with an unkempt beard and a face suggesting he had been here multiple nights. He gave the monk a glazed over look and exchanged glances with his partner, both resting their hands on sword pommels. The other guard, a much older looking man, but clean shaven and seemingly fresh out of bed, chuckled at the monk:

"An orc, leading the city militia? Ne'er heard 'o that in our town. All the vermin are buried in the back, paladin or not. Saw me a half orc, methinks, two days ago, lowered into the last grave on the fourth row from the back,' the man gestured in the rough direction of the grave. "Should be a stone slab with a name on it," he finished with a mix of smugness and wary on his face.

The name 'Raa' was present in the graveyard close to where the guard pointed. A simple stone slab signified the last resting place of the half orc and a fresh mound of earth covered the grave. No further markings were around the grave and the area appeared to be last disturbed mere hours before Keystone arrived.